บททั้งหมดของ FATE’S RECKLESS GAMES : ENTANGLED with the Alpha king. : บทที่ 71 - บทที่ 80

Celine’s pov. I wandered outside after breakfast, barefoot on the dewy grass. The grounds were quiet, except for birdsong and the distant rustle of leaves. I spun slowly in place, face tilted toward the sun, arms out like a child pretending to fly.Then I lay down on the grass. Just lay there, arms spread, heart open, staring up at the clouds drifting lazily above.“Kaine,” I whispered, though I knew he couldn’t hear me. “Come back soon.”I missed his touch. His grumpy little remarks. The way he looked at me like I was both a miracle and a mystery. The way he stood too close when he didn’t need to. The way he smelled, like cedar and danger and comfort.I missed… him.I spent the rest of the day like that—drifting, humming, glowing. I read a little, walked the garden paths, braided wildflowers into my hair. I talked to the caretakers and helped Nora fold laundry. I danced in the hallway when no one was looking. I snuck an extra pastry when the kitchen staff turned their backs.And all

Celine’s pov. The gates of the villa whispered shut behind us as Kaine took my hand. His grip was firm but gentle, thumb brushing over my knuckles like he could sense the nervous energy building inside me. I glanced up at him as we walked, the fading sunlight casting golden slants across his face. He hadn’t said much since we left the villa. He didn’t have to.I already knew who we were going to see. My heart beat faster with every step. The thought of seeing her again…my mother, after everything that had happened, after disappearing without warning, after being swallowed by pain and darkness and magic I still didn’t understand… it made my throat tighten.When we reached the small stone guesthouse tucked behind a line of old pine trees, Kaine finally stopped. He turned toward me, gaze soft but steady. “She’s inside,” he said. “I’ll wait out here. Take all the time you need.”I stared at him for a moment, unsure of what to say. His eyes searched mine like he was trying to reassure me,

Kaine’s pov. “She’s never spoken of that,” I said quietly.“I never did either,” her mother whispered. “I didn’t want to frighten her. Or give anyone a reason to fear her.”“You should’ve told her,” Oscar said gently. “She needs to know who she is.”She turned to face us again, her eyes shining. “You said she was nearly sacrificed. That she was marked. Why? Why her?”“We don’t know yet,” I said. “But I intend to find out. And I won’t let anyone use her again. Not for power. Not for politics. Not for magic.”Oscar’s voice was quiet but firm. “We think the ritual was connected to the cave. That something in there might’ve recognized her bloodline. Her father may have opened a door he didn’t understand and now it’s reaching for her.”A tremor passed through her mother’s frame.“Does she know any of this?” she asked.I hesitated. “No. Not all of it. I didn’t want to overwhelm her until I had more answers. Until I was sure.”“Then you need to tell her. Soon.” Her voice was hard now. “Beca

Celine’s pov. The ceremony preparations took on a new energy after that.The villa transformed into something otherworldly—draped in twilight silks, lined with silver-laced petals, filled with music that echoed like wind chimes through the halls. The pack was buzzing with excitement. It wasn’t just a mating ceremony. It was a declaration. A moment of unity. And, beneath the surface, it was a test. A chance to see how they’d receive a Luna with magic in her veins.But I didn’t flinch. I embraced it.With Oscar’s help, I created a charm to wear on the day of the ceremony—woven from moonstone, lavender stems, and the feather of a white raven he said symbolized rebirth. It hummed with gentle energy when I touched it, like a heartbeat not my own.Even my mother returned to help with the preparations. She cried when she saw me in the ceremonial dress…deep silver with threads of starlight, shaped to my curves, the neckline adorned with tiny crystals like dew on spider silk.“You look like a

Celine’s pov. Being Luna wasn’t all strategy and ceremony. There were quiet moments, too…moments that stole my breath for different reasons.There was the night a young omega came to me, trembling, with bruises along her arms and shame in her eyes. She wouldn’t speak, but she didn’t have to. I held her. Listened to her silence. When Kaine found out, he summoned the male responsible before the pack and stripped him of rank and standing.Afterward, he looked at me with a softness in his gaze that made my chest ache.“You didn’t say a word,” he said. “And yet you changed everything.”I hadn’t felt proud. I’d felt responsible. But something else, too. Something like strength.The days blurred together—meetings, patrols, training sessions, more magic flaring in unexpected ways. I tried to hide it, but Oscar noticed every time.“You need to lean into it,” he told me as we sat on the terrace one evening. “Magic isn’t a curse. It’s a tool. And you were born for this, whether the pack underst